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I'm seriously in awe about your writing , I absolutely adore Colors of the girl , when do you think chapter 7 will be up ? Good luck with you writing ,and take care :)

Thank you so much for your support! comments like this are so motivating, I’m working right now! She’ll be out soon!

What happened to the next part of 'Colours of a Girl' coming out? Im dying to read the next part, it's so good!!!

I’m doing it right now! thank you so much for the support, I’ve had shit going on lately, but I’m back bitches

it's not really a confession but I feel like I'm getting sick, lol

Take care of yourself boo, drink lots of water, rest, don't overwork yourself!

Can you do a part 2 of Ink Thicker than Blood where Draco tells his friends about the reader if you haven’t done it yet?!

Thank you for the suggestion I’ll start working on some more writing soon!

Do you have a masterlist??

I don’t have a mobile master list but if you access my page on a laptop or desktop you can get it. I’m working on making it.

Is there going to a part 7 of Colors of the Girl , and how long will the series go on for?

I haven’t been writing a lot lately but I’m hoping to continue it soon!!! I don’t know how long it will be but I’m really glad you’re enjoying it!

svrssnp

i am begging everyone to watch this video right now

thehogwartsdormitories

i watched this and choked on my gum

Hey, will you continue Colors of the Girl? I really enjoy reading it😊

Thank you so much for letting me know you enjoy it. It will hopefully be out today. Hope all is well and have an amazing day!!

When will the next part of tag be out??? Also, I love colors of the girl, will u make a part 7???

I’m working on both today and hope they will be out today. Hope all is well and know I care about you and appreciate you letting me know you enjoy my writing, it makes writing so enjoyable when I know others enjoy my work.

When will the next chapter of tag be out????( no rush take your time )

I’m working on my series today so hopefully, it’ll be out today. I’m working hard and any suggestions or ideas are welcome (writer's block is a bitch). Hope all is well and ily

When will part 3 of tag come out?

I can’t give you a specific date because I’m terrible with deadlines but I have a day to myself today so maybe today ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ If you have any suggestions or ideas for coming chapters that can help me write it.

will you continue “colours of the girl”? i love it ! if so, how many chapters will there be?

Yes, there will be more chapters of Colors of the girl. I apologize for not posting as much because some things have come up with members of my family that has prevented me from working on it. I’m not sure how many more chapters there will be, the more suggestions I get for coming chapters the easier it is for me to write them. Love you lots and hope you’re doing well.

I read fanfics and don't tell my boyfriend of 2 years who I'm going go be with for the rest of my life and I feel guilty after I've read them but not for very long, does that make me a bad person?

Absolutely not. You should never feel guilty for doing what makes you happy because of someone else, even if you love that person dearly. If the conversation comes up and he asks you why you haven’t told him before just simply say that he hasn’t asked. If he loves you (which I’m sure he does) he will understand and support you doing the things you enjoy. Fanfictions are truly nothing more than words on a screen. And if you feel guilty because you feel “attraction” or whatever you want to call it to the characters in them, don't. Characters in fan fiction are often idealized and made to be “perfect” in the writer’s eyes. You are a beautiful person who deserves to be happy. So do what makes you happy with no regrets. Those who love you will be understanding. I love you and hope everything works out well. Keep me posted *kisses*

sometimes i feel like a boy, but other times i feel like a girl. i was born female, but idk what i feel like (this is because you reblogged that one thingy)

It’s okay to not know, you can be both or neither. You have your entire life to figure out who you want to be. So experiment! Try everything and figure out what works best for you and what makes you happy. let me know how things go and if you need any more help with it. ily stay strong and stay true to who you are!

bluealice17

This is golden.

*Disney singing* I want to die

(Seriously lol)

Tea or Dare // Fred Weasley

Pairing: Fred Weasley X Reader

Type: Fluff? Going on smutty (the end is pretty much smut) but not really? Idk. It’s not sweet but it’s not too nasty either so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Description: Y/N is definitely not a party girl, but here friends managed to drag her to an insane party at who knows where. When the small group arrived at the massive party, it's as though every student from their fifth year up is there, and everyone has gone crazy. Y/N, being very reserved and shy, is completely out of her element. She’s uncomfortable and wanting to leave, that is… until she runs into Fred Weasley, who’s two years ahead of her and warms her up to the whole scene.

A/N: I dont really write stuff like this, so like... lmk if you guys want more smutty stuff like this or nah. Sorrt if this sucks :/

Warnings: A little graphic at some parts? Mostly skin/extremely low-intensity nudity. Weed- smoking & edibles, Alchohol- drinking and getting drunk etc. Pretty much a high school party but one that got out of hand? Idk. It’s not pretty, but it’s not ugly. Don’t say I didn’t warn you… I guess?

Even from outside the estate, you could hear the bass, could feel it shaking the house before you could even set foot in it. Music was pounding through the walls as you follow your friends into the manor. Within minutes, you had lost them, and you were stranded by yourself in the sea of Hogwarts students. It was the final party of the summer, the one right before you started your fifth year. You were a stranger to parties, they weren’t really your scene, especially ones where nearly half the school was in attendance.

Muggle music was blasting so loud you’d have to yell just to say a word to someone. Strangely enough, without our house robes on, no one seemed to care about your status. You were pushing through people when you noticed that “mud-bloods” and pure-bloods were grinding on each other. You couldn’t be sure if they knew what they were doing, the smell of alcohol in the air was prominent and an indicator that they could very well be drunk. It wasn’t the warm, sweet smell of butterbeer, no, this was bitter and foul. Vodka, tequila, fireball, gin... the list could go on, but if you were drinking, you were drinking. If you weren’t drinking, you were getting high. You could almost tell which house a person was from by their preference, Gryffindors and Slytherins were the drinkers, Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws were the stoners.

You’d never seen this side of Hogwarts students before. It was surprising to you truly, you’d never expect such foul behavior from the well-rounded students from your school. People were kissing sloppily, others laughing loudly, some even sobbing. You had definitely gotten there late because the party was in full swing, and you seemed to be the only level-headed one there.

You’d worked your way past masses of bodies to the corner of the dining room where the tenants of the room had just finished a game of beer-pong and were now insisting that Su Li and Fay Dunbar allow some of the boys to do body shots off of them. Of course, they agreed, laying down on the table. You couldn’t stand to watch. You had looked up to Fay in a way. She was kind and caring, and seeing her like this made your stomach flip. As you tore your eyes away, you saw him. He was coming into the room just then, his eyes scanning over everyone there when his eyes met yours. He smirked as you looked away, but you didn’t get to see his expression.

Fred Weasley.

You had to admit, you’d had a massive crush on him since you’d first met him when you were younger. Being best friends with Ginny and all, you saw him all the time, but you’d never had the courage to speak to him on your own time. Either way, he’s going into his seventh year. He probably sees you as a child. At least that’s what you’ve told yourself time and time again.

“I never thought I’d see you in a place like this.” He spoke as he approached you. The only response you could muster was a small smile.

“I never thought I’d be in a place like this to be perfectly honest with you.” You shouted over the music. He gave you a knowing smile.

“I’ve been to plenty of these.” He spoke, his shoulders back and his smirk planted on his lips. “Best place to pull pranks. The best place to make bets. the best place to play a little game of truth or dare?” It took you a second of him giving you a questioning eyebrow raise for you to understand he was asking you to join a game of truth or dare. Wanting to seem fearless, you cracked a nervous smile and nodded. “Wicked.” He stated with a devious smirk. You began to wonder if you were going to regret this.

The people who wanted to play truth or dare all sat lazily in a circle on the floor in the upstairs hallway where there were fewer people and the music was more muted. It quickly came to your attention that it was only 7th years. Your throat began to dry out.

“Meagan.” A tall black haired boy spoke, “Truth or dare.” The face of the beautiful girl scrunched up, and you noticed Fred crack a smile out of the corner of your eye. You swallowed your jealousy. It wasn’t fair of you to be jealous. You didn’t have a chance.

“Dare.” She giggled drunkenly. The boy scanned the faces of the circle, landing on Fred. He chuckled to himself before he spoke.

“I dare you to give Freddy a lap dance.” Your face lit up red and your chest burned with anger and sadness. He instantly stood and chuckled, peeling the sweatshirt he wore off his shoulders.

“Let’s see what you got Meggy, girl.” He smirked as she stood, someone, grabbing a rolling chair from a nearby room. Fred took a seat, motioning for her to begin. She started facing away from him, stretching, as though preparing for a workout. She leaned down to touch her toes, bits of her lace panties being exposed from beneath her short shorts. Fred’s back was mostly towards you. You couldn’t see his reactions. When she started taking her shirt off and seductively was your breaking point.

George watched you as you stood, smoothing your hair and the front of your adorable pink skater dress, your eyes wet. You walked away, pulling at the sleeves of your sweater as you did. Once you were out of sight George looked back to Fred. Is it working? he mouthed to his brother.

“I think you just broke the poor girl's heart, Freddy,” George said loud and clear. Meagan hopped off him and looked at her friend sadly.

“I’m sorry Fred. We all thought it would work.” She spoke softly, everyone else in the circle agreeing, trying to make him feel better as he stared that the spot that you had once occupied.

Ginny’s best friend senses must have been going crazy because she burst into the room where you were balling your eyes out of their sockets.

“Y/N!” She exclaimed, scrambling across the room to be by your side. “What the hell happened? Hermione told me she just saw you running in here crying!” You had hidden away in the only bedroom that was on the first floor. You knew it wouldn’t be occupied. Too much risk of someone walking in on you and no one would walk in simply due to the fear of walking in on someone. You just shook your head.

“I-I-I j-just want to go ho-o-o-ome-e-e-e” The words came out as sobs, the end of your last word crumbled into a symphony of sobs and hiccups. She nodded. You’d been staying with the Weasley’s for the summer. You weren’t sure if you were glad it would be over soon.

“Just lay down and try to rest the best you can okay? I’m going to try and owl my mum and dad to see if we can go home.” She tucked you under the sheets, dashing out of the room once your sobs had quieted.

There were a few days before you all had to go off to Hogwarts and start your next year of classes. It was late, everyone else had gone up to bed, but your head was filled to the brim with thoughts, and to clean the mind, clean the home. You were elbows deep in sudsy water. Your fingers were pruned and your nails were softened. You had a record on the player, a soft classical piece by Mozart. His composures always calmed you down.

“Do you need some help?” A voice came from the right of you. You gasped loudly, jumping where you stood, the plate you were scrubbing clean plummeted to the bottom of the sink. Fred stood there right beside you. You backed away from him and averted your eyes.

“Oh no I’m okay thank you, there’s no need I like it anyway.” You chuckled awkwardly, your hands dripping on the floor. Though when you realized it was happening you grabbed a dishcloth and dried your arms. “If you’d like to do it, I can go tidy the lounge.” He nodded, rolling up his sleeves and getting to work. You backed away, then turned around quickly and began tidying the lounge, folding knitted blankets and fluffing pillows, tossing a log on the fire because despite the summer weather, the temperature dropped uncomfortably at night. You sat down on the carpet in front of the fire, leaning your back against the bottom of the couch.

“Tea?” You jumped once again as the tall redhead leaned down and handed you a cup of tea. You accepted it hesitantly. He sat beside you, your shoulders touching. It caused you to shudder. “Chilly?” He asked you, all you could do was nod. He wrapped his arm around you and moved closer. This is out of kindness. you told yourself, he would do the same for Ginny. You sipped your tea.

He traced his fingers lightly over your shoulder, through your sweater. You were nearly sure you weren’t supposed to notice.

“You’ve been quite quiet of the late. Has everything been okay?” His voice was soft and brotherly.

“Oh yes. Just ready for school.” You said quickly, then sipped your tea.

“And leave the burrow? No one ever wants to do that.” He swayed you back and forth jokingly. “We’re all family here. And there are no professors.” He winked. You stared into the fire, sipping your tea again.

“I don’t mind it.” You said boldly, placing your tea by your side, resting your head on his shoulder. You hoped it wouldn’t be off-putting, but this was probably the closest you’d ever get to him.

“Are you tired, darling?” He asked you softly, running his hand lightly against the sleeve of your sweater. Once again you knew you weren’t supposed to feel it. You weren’t sure why he was doing it in the first place.

“Well yes, but I’ve not been sleeping well anyway.” You chuckled, “Bad dreams and such.” You peaked up at him from under your eyelashes, and he was looking down at you, concerned.

“What about?” His eyebrows furrowed together. You. You wanted to say, You and Meagan. It rang in your head.

“Oh, you know. This and that.” You shrugged, looking back to the fire.

“Are you okay love? What’s wrong?” He rubbed your arm, as though to warm you up. You sighed, turning to face him, building the will to speak.

“I fancy you.” You spoke softly, looking down at your fingers. He pulled away and came into your line of view.

“Come again?” He looked completely shocked. His eyebrows furrowed and his eyes widened. You cleared your throat and looked him in the eye.

“I fancy you.” You spoke in a more solid tone this time. You tore your eyes away immediately. Suddenly flooded with embarrassment, your cheeks burning red. He stayed silent. “That’s all.” You said softly, standing up, taking your cup of tea with you, and darting to flee up the stairs, where you would lock yourself in the bathroom, wishing you could stay there for ages.

Fred remained frozen as a statue sitting there on the den floor, staring at the space you had just occupied. Dumbfounded and slackjawed, he stayed there for longer than he should have, thinking about what had just happened.

It was the next morning that he told George all about it.

“Well, that’s amazing!” His twin brother exclaimed.

“Not really.” Fred mumbled, his head falling into his hands, “Poor thing seems terrified of me. I should never have tried to make her jealous at that stupid party.” He let out a loud, frustrated groan. “I’m going to go check on her.” He stood from where he was sat, walking out of the room.

“Good luck mate.” His brother called after him.

“Y/N?” He called into the ever-so-slightly- cracked guest room door. No response. “Y/N darling?” His voice was soft, trying not to intimidate her. He held his breath, and pushed the door open, just enough to peak his head in. You were nowhere to be found. He stepped through the threshold, that's when he noticed the light radiating from the bathroom.

Every bone in his body was screaming fiercely at him to turn around and get the hell out of there. Yet his muscles had him moving over to the door.

Articles of your clothing were dispersed along the floor. Your panties.

He didn’t know what he was doing, but he knelt before the keyhole to the door. He didn’t want to risk peeking through the space that she had left between the door and its threshold. His eyes widened once he realized what he was seeing.

You sat nude on the counter, your legs open, your hand roaming.

His breath caught in his throat. His and twitched to his trousers, pushing them down.

He watched you as your left hand found its way to one of your beautiful breasts. Your head lulled back. Your other hand... it was... pleasing you.

He felt like he couldn’t breathe as your lips parted and his name slipped past them.

He never thought of you as a girl who would do this.

He felt himself... building. It wasn’t long before he couldn’t take it. He reached forward, trying to prepare himself for what was about to transpire. The door flew open and he fell through.

You shrieked, grabbing the nearest towel and covering yourself.

He looked up at you and apologized furiously, trying to put himself away - and failing miserably due to the enlargement of his member.

You watched for a second before you were covered by an eerie calm.

Aware of every move you were making, you let the towel fall, slid off the counter, and approached him.

You looked up at him.

“All these years...” You spoke, “I’ve been saving myself for you.” His face was pure white. “Will you take me now?”

He cracked that trademark Weasley smile, and grabbed your hand, leading you back into the room.

“It would be an honor.”

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